Page 16 of Mountain Man's Angel
"I've got an app that tells me when there's a meteor shower, or the planets line up, or anything cool happens in the skies."
He points to the west. "Look to the left of that tallest tree and wait a second."
I stare into the deep blue darkness, Thane standing behind me, pulling me against his chest as his arms wrap around my waist.
A white light rises over the tree line. "Is that an airplane?"
I feel him chuckle against my back. "No, angel. You see how it moves?"
I tip my head back and study the light that rises in the sky in a graceful arc, moving more smoothly than any plane as it goes directly over us. "Yeah. And it's super bright."
"That’s the International Space Station."
"Seriously?" The word comes out as a squeal as we turn, our chins still raised to track the bright white spark until it begins to fade. “That’s so wild.”
It fades out completely and I spin in his arms, throwing my hands around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. "That was amazing. Thank you."
He kisses me again, then a third time as our bodies shift, moving against each other. His huge palms clamp around my waist, sending my breathing even more off-kilter.
"There's another picnic table right here," he rasps. "In case you want a replay of earlier."
I sneak a glance at the darkened forest. "I wouldn't want to corrupt the squirrels." I pull down the front of his t-shirt to kiss along his collarbone. "You know, I haven't seen your bedroom yet. What if you're a psycho with orange plaid bedding? Or—" I shriek out a laugh when he scoops me into his arms, heading inside at lightning speed.
“I can’t go another minute without knowing your opinion of my sheets, angel.”
Thane has no trouble carrying me upstairs. As soon as he lays me across the bed, I get up on my elbows, looking around the room.
Everything is cozy and warm with a rugged mountain man vibe, but it's also very upscale. Even if the highly detailed photograph of a textured pinecone nestled into deep green pine needles was taken by Thane or a friend of the family, the large format print and exquisite framing suggest style and money.
These are definitely Egyptian cotton sheets under my butt…with no orange plaid in sight, for bonus points. I swivel to look through the door to the ensuite bathroom. Huge ornate clawfoot tub. Fixtures you'd see in fancy hotels.
Hmm. Thane is obviously doing very well. It really doesn't matter to me one bit. He has a job, a home and a good heart. That's enough for me. It’s just…another surprise.
The second Thane pulls off my socks I know where this is going. I don’t care that we've only known each other for a few days. I don’t care that I can't even guarantee that he's my forever person. He is definitely my right now person, and was destined to be my first time. I couldn't imagine feeling this deep, rolling wave of lust with anyone else.
After my socks hit the floor, he reaches under my dress to pull off my tights. Then he stops, his hands resting on my knees. "You're in charge, angel. Anything, everything, or nothing. I would be content just to sleep beside you all night and listen to you snore."
"Hey now! I don't snore." I hesitate. "Actually, maybe I do. I've never slept next to anyone before, so I have no idea. You'll have to let me know."
I walk my fingertips across the t-shirt stretched tightly across his chest. "You, however, look like you have the potential for snoring."
"How dare you."
“Oh, I dare, big guy."
He chuckles, then sits beside my knees, reaching out to unbutton the front of my dress. He stops when he sees my tank top. "You know, I love that you don't wear a bra. Your tits are perky as hell, you don’t even need one. But I'm not sure how to progress here."
I laugh, jumping up to pull off my dress and tank top together. He stares open-mouthed, then stands to rip off his t-shirt and jeans.
I wish I had a camera handy to record this moment as we stare at each other in our underwear. We must look comical. His gaze roams along every curve so intently I can practically feel theweight of it gliding across my skin. Meanwhile, I take in his well-muscled thighs, his trim waist, his rippled abs. And that chest…like a wall of iron. Solid and reassuring and sexy as hell, all at the same time.
"Um, did I mention I'm on the pill? Mom said I shouldn't go to college without it. Even though I haven't, like, needed it yet or anything."
"Noted. But I'm going to make you wait for that a bit longer. Right now, I need to taste you, angel."
Thane tosses me across the bed, then hooks his thumbs into the pale pink lace covering the only part of my body he hasn't yet examined. His deep eyes lock with mine, waiting for my nod before sliding them off.
I shimmy back toward the pillows as he crawls between my thighs, spreading me wide with his broad shoulders. My pussy feels wet and swollen just from his hypnotic stare. Then he licks his lips, leaning in. My sharp exhale echoes through the room the second his tongue makes contact.
